A Paranoid Is Someone Who Knows A

I Project Myself Out Through The Glasses And Across The Street, A Ghost In The Morning Sunlight, Torn With Disembodied Lust.

Some People Like Neat Suburbs. I Always Am Attracted To The Rundown And The Old And The Offbeat.

To Be An Outlaw You Must First Have A Base In Law To Reject And Get Out Of, I Never Had Such A Base. I Never Had A Place I Could Call Home That Meant Any More Than A Key To A House, Apartment Or Hotel Room. ... Am I Alien? Alien From What Exactly? Perhaps My Home Is My Dream City, More Real Than My Waking Life Precisely Because It Has No Relation To Waking Life.

Hemingway Said: 'it Don't Come Anymore.' So Where Did It Go?

Dennis Cooper, God Help Him, Is A Born Writer.